Right around the time that I realized that this adoption really was going to happen, I started to fret about bonding with this little baby girl. My stressing was due, in part, to articles that I read online. They made it sound like bonding was a complicated process, impeded by the fact that she hadn’t heard my heartbeat or my voice while in utero. I was a stranger to her, and she wouldn’t ever feel at home with me if I didn’t work very hard to follow the steps outlined in the adoption articles. I got rather worked up and worried.
Maybe this is more true of adoptions with older children, children who have known other mothers, other families. But our brand new Lillian has known me from the very first moment she was born. I have been beside her almost non-stop for two weeks now.
Last night we heard her scream over the blasted baby monitor at somewhere around three a.m. I got out of bed, fumbled with my housecoat, and sleepily made my way to the nursery. I don’t begrudge getting up at stupid hours of the morning. I do my best to respond as quickly as I can. I haven’t forgotten that motherhood is a special blessing and that I asked for this blessing.
And it was all worth it when I opened the door. The moment she saw me she stopped crying. The look on her face didn’t need words to explain. She knew who I was and why I was there. The moment I picked up her stiff, angry little body she softened up and snuggled into my chest. She whimpered softly while I warmed up her bottle. And after she had eaten, I laid her on my chest to burp her and she wrapped one arm around my neck. I know that she wasn’t really trying to hug me- but I know she trusts me. I know she knows that when she cries or when she needs me, I’ll be there as best as I can.
